In Kierkegaard's Works of Love, he explains that, much like how prayer is meant to change the heart of the one who prays, the task of love is not to find someone worthy of love, but to build the capacity for it in oneself
Ray Comfort patiently and lovingly explains the gospel to a Satanist. How many more souls might be won if we were all as urgent and committed to sharing the gospel as Ray?
Dostoevsky was 28 when they stood him in front of a firing squad. Blindfolded. Hands tied. He could hear the rifles being loaded.
At the last second a messenger on horseback arrived. The Tsar had commuted the sentence. The entire execution was staged. Psychological torture designed to break him.
It worked. He had a seizure on the spot.
They sent him to a labour camp in Siberia. 4 years. Freezing. Starving. Sleeping on wooden planks next to murderers. His epilepsy got worse. He had no paper. No pen. Nothing.
When he got out he was broke. His first wife died. His brother died. He inherited his brothers debts. He was so desperate for money he signed a contract with a publisher that would have given away the rights to everything hed ever write if he missed the deadline.
He wrote The Gambler in 26 days to make it. Dictated it to a 20 year old stenographer named Anna. Married her three months later.
Then the real work started. Crime and Punishment. The Idiot. Demons. The Brothers Karamazov. The greatest novels in the history of the Russian language. Maybe any language.
The man who stood blindfolded before the firing squad, who convulsed on the ground while soldiers watched, who slept next to killers in Siberia for 4 years, who was buried in debt and grief.
That man wrote: "every minute can be an eternity of happiness."
He earned the right to say it.
its never over. never give up fren.
Today is Holy Monday. The day Jesus kicked the money lenders out of the Temple.
Modern Christianity wants to paint Jesus as a harmless pacifist who just wanted everyone to get along.
They couldn’t be more wrong.
He doesn't write a strongly worded letter. He doesn't ask them politely to leave. He physically braids a whip of cords, flips the heavy wooden tables, scatters the money and expells them from His Father's house.
The Lord is not pleased with mere appearances, trees without fruit, rituals without prayer, temples without reverence. He calls for authentic worship, conversion of heart, and fruitful holiness.
Today He asks each of us:
1) "Am I a fig tree full of leaves but no fruit?"
2) "Is My heart a house of prayer, or a den of distractions?"
Let Him cleanse the temple within you. Let Him overturn the tables. Let Him cast out every idol.
Because where He cleanses, He heals. Where He purifies, He restores.
Follow Him with all your heart and BEAR FRUIT! “I am the vine, you are the branches. He that abideth in Me, and I in him, the same beareth much fruit: for without Me you can do nothing.” - (John 15,5)
In the middle of Job's darkest hour, when he was the most discouraged and didn't think it would ever work out, God said to him in Job 8:21, "I will fill your mouth with laughter and your lips with shouts of joy". God is saying to you what he said to Job. Joy is coming, breakthroughs are coming, healing is coming. God will do something amazing. Your mourning is going to be turned into dancing, your sorry turned into joy. Don't give up on yourself and your dreams!
Whatever a man does to curb his desires is considered fasting.
Whatever a man does out of love for his neighbor is considered alms-deeds.
Whatever a man does for the worship of God is considered prayer.
Venerable Fulton Sheen was PROPHETIC.
"Just think of how many mentally disturbed women we are going have in the United States in the next 10 or 15 years when the guilt of abortion begins to attack the mind and soul."
Old Horse Left In A Field To Die Gets To Live Out Her Golden Years Now 💖
They built her an entire little house so she could sleep standing up — and somehow that’s not even the most incredible part ✨
This famous prayer is called “The Lorica of St. Patrick” and it dates back to 5th century Ireland. “Lorica” is Latin for breastplate and it’s a genre of prayer meant to act as spiritual armor. Patrick prayed Christ into every direction, every moment, and every encounter.